I’ve resisted introducing myself in tag for this past week - mostly for time-related reasons, but also because it was just fun to sit back and watch so many of you show your creative talents and support for this beautiful little roleplay my best friend created.
I know in the deepest depths of my heart and mind that Nikki created Before Harry with the absolute best intentions because that’s just how the best roleplay experiences are formed.
I also know that she wanted nothing more than a fun, incredibly active group because that’s something she has always prized herself on establishing from the get-go of any of her roleplays.
And, because I know Nikki and am lucky enough to call her my best friend in the world, I know that, throughout this all, she has been nothing but lenient, understanding, completely helpful, fully accepting, and amazingly beautiful, brilliant beam of light in a community so typically filled with terror and darkness. Truly, what I witnessed this week in Nikki has been a girl who is nothing short of the most excited I’ve ever seen her.
I have no qualms in saying any of this, and when you read this, know that I mean each and every fucking word:
If you truly believe that you can continuously get away with being the fucking scum of the earth, you do not have any clue what is coming to you. Don’t you fucking dare try to demean, threaten, or ruin the entirely selfless gift that was legitimately created for people to enjoy and take part in with nothing but the best intentions. And how very fucking dare you to take advantage of someone’s personal fears like that. If this was any other roleplay where I had no trace of such a strong attachment and deep admiration for its creator, I would be upset and disappointed. Now?
I am fucking livid. I am damn furious. I am outraged beyond measure.
I am every color of ferocious anger, every shade of hungry outrage, every hue of an incessant wrath - I am a tempest storm ready to fuck you up.
To put it in the simplest of terms:
If you hurt my girl, you will respond directly to me.
P.S: Call me Medusa, for this monstrosity is not mine to bear - but yours to fear.